The Secret of the Caves Quotes

“fisherman’s”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Secret of the Caves

“Then Joe turned on the record player. Chet, usually bashful with girls, asked Mary Todd to dance, and soon the living room was a blur of motion as the young people gyrated to the latest steps.”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Secret of the Caves

“Biff rode in the Hardys’ car with Frank and Joe while Chet chauffeured the girls in his jalopy. Five miles later they stopped at the Hamburger Haven, piled out of the cars, and occupied counter stools. After the girls had ordered, Chet boomed, “Three burgers for me, a double order of French fries, and a thick chocolate malted.”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Secret of the Caves

“never enjoyed a meal more than their supper in the cave. The driftwood blazed and crackled, casting a cheerful glow which illuminated the rocky ceiling and walls of the underground chamber. With crisp bacon, bread toasted brown before the fire, hot chocolate, and jam, they ate ravenously, and at last sat back with deep sighs of sheer content.”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Secret of the Caves

“At dusk Chet produced the frying pan, and the fragrant odor of sizzling bacon soon permeated their refuge. The boys”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Secret of the Caves

“Fish Hook? Why?” Biff asked, neatly falling into Chet’s trap. “Because it’s at the end of the line.” Chet guffawed and slapped Biff on the back. Biff groaned. “You really hooked me on that one, pal.” “Okay,” said Joe. “Let’s cut the comedy and see if we can park here.”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Secret of the Caves

“They retraced their route over the highway, then turned to the right down a steep rutted lane that ended on the open seashore near the fisherman’s cottage. The small house was built at the base of the hill two hundred yards from where the beach ended abruptly against towering cliffs. The waves battered against the sheer wall of rock. The quartet could make out a winding path leading up the hill directly in back of the cottage. “I know what they call this place,” Chet said gravely. “Does it have a name?” Biff asked. “Sure. Fish Hook.”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Secret of the Caves

“a couple of stores and a few shacks.” True, Rockaway could hardly be called a town. It was a sleepy little place, quite picturesque and redolent of fish. A weather-beaten frame building stood across the street. Above the door was a large sign: TUTTLE’S GENERAL STORE. “Let’s stock up on grub,” Frank said. He and Joe took rucksacks from their car and the four boys headed for the store. A venerable man with whiskers was seated behind a counter. He was intently scrutinizing a newspaper. The old gentleman put aside the newspaper and regarded them through his thick-lensed spectacles with grave curiosity, as though they were some new specimen of humanity. “You’re Mr. Tuttle?” Frank”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Secret of the Caves

“town. It was a sleepy little place, quite picturesque and redolent of fish. A weather-beaten frame building stood across the street. Above the door was a large sign: TUTTLE’S GENERAL STORE. “Let’s stock up on grub,” Frank said. He and Joe took rucksacks from their car and the four boys headed for the store. A venerable man with whiskers was seated behind a counter. He was intently scrutinizing a newspaper. The old gentleman put aside the newspaper and regarded them through his thick-lensed spectacles with grave curiosity, as though they were some new specimen of humanity. “You’re Mr. Tuttle?” Frank”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Secret of the Caves

“Both boys hugged their mother, shook hands with their father, and hopped into the car. “The tenting equipment is already in the trunk,” Joe said. “Have we forgotten anything, Frank?” “We’re all set,” his brother replied, giving the circle sign with his thumb and forefinger. The morning was gray and foggy as the boys set off with Joe at the wheel, but an hour later the sun shone through and burned off the mist. The coastline now assumed roller-coaster proportions as they approached the Honeycomb Caves area. The highway was about two hundred feet above sea level. A short plateau extended to the lip of the palisades to the left of them before dropping down abruptly into the Atlantic Ocean. “The caves are below these cliffs somewhere,” declared Joe, motioning toward the coastal side. The sea, hidden most of the time by a thick stand of woods and undergrowth, occasionally flashed through in brilliant glimmers.”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Secret of the Caves

“Joe held the speedometer needle at the maximum speed allowed, and the countryside flashed by. When they hit the turnpike, Frank spelled his brother at the wheeL Now, with greater speed, the miles melted past. “She purrs like a kitten,” Frank said. “A great car, Joe.” “Good thing we had the motor tuned up,” Frank remarked as the wind whipped through his hair. After a quick stop for lunch, Joe drove away from the roadside restaurant. “Want to listen to the news?” “Okay. What country’s having a war today?” “Maybe someone has landed on the moon,” Frank said as he clicked on the high-powered transistor.”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Secret of the Caves

“The brothers stopped for a quick lunch along the way, and arrived at the outskirts of Kenworthy an hour later with Frank at the wheel. “Keep an eye open for a place to stay,” he said as he reduced speed. They passed several motels, none of which looked particularly inviting. “Hey, Frank, what about that place up ahead?” Joe suggested. A large billboard announced that the Palm Court Motel offered the traveler the latest luxuries. “Not a bad-looking place.” Frank pulled into a driveway which led to a cottage with a simulated thatched roof. It bore the sign OFFICE. To the left stretched a long, low building made up of the motel units. Before each door stood an artificial palm tree. Frank and Joe got out and looked around. To the right of the office they counted twelve neat little cottages of the same thatched-roof variety. The ubiquitous palm tree stood before each one. “Kind of corny,” Joe remarked. “But comfortable looking,” his brother said. “We might do worse.”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Secret of the Caves

“Joe checked the gas and oil in their car while Frank loaded the baggage into the trunk. “All set.” “Okay.” Joe took the wheel and zigzagged through the Bayport streets until they came to the highway which led directly west. Early-morning traffic was light, consisting mainly of large trucks heading east toward the radar construction. The road, level at first, rose in a long curve toward the top of a hill, three miles out of town.”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Secret of the Caves

“Frank drove five miles north of town to an elevated spot overlooking the Atlantic Ocean, and directly below, Barmet Bay. From the road, they could see Bayport hugging the coast with its many docks stretching like dark fingers into the bay.”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Secret of the Caves

“MarceL”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Secret of the Caves

“THE”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Secret of the Caves

“swell”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Secret of the Caves

“steep,”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Secret of the Caves

“WHERE”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Secret of the Caves

“rose,”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Secret of the Caves

“Joe had vanished!”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Secret of the Caves

“HilL”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Secret of the Caves

“Frank and Joe were taken aback. But they were even more nonplused when their caller suddenly burst into tears!”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Secret of the Caves

“Being a detective can be dangerous! Thanks for the assist.”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Secret of the Caves